Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"Of course, the most important thing is that we have not fully obtained the inheritance in the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet."

"Oh, that makes sense."

Han Feng nodded.

Yao Ming: ......

"What are the reasons that this tradition has not been passed down?"

Han Feng asked.

"At the deepest part of the Yellow Springs Stele, there are remnants of souls guarding it. Only by passing the soul test can one obtain the final inheritance."

At this point, Yao Ming gave a bitter smile.

"The soul power of magical beasts is inherently weak. Even at my level, my soul power is only at the level of a seventh-grade alchemist."

Han Feng nodded.

Warcraft's soul power is inherently weak, but its combat strength does not depend on its soul.

Their powerful physique is their most significant advantage.

Moreover, soul power does not play a decisive role in combat strength. Most cultivators are actually unable to actively use their souls to attack unless they receive the inheritance of ancient spiritual cultivators and master offensive soul skills.

"When my benefactor activated the strange fire before, the soul power that erupted was terrifying to me. He must have already achieved a very high level of soul mastery."

Yao Ming bowed to Han Feng.

"If our benefactor were to intervene, perhaps we could unlock the final barrier of the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet."

Han Feng pondered for a moment.

The inheritance of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint is indeed very tempting.

However, the risks involved must also be considered.

"In addition, the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet also contains the essence blood of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint. Among the powerful figures of our clan throughout the ages, there have been even stronger ones, but because of concerns about damaging the essence blood, we have not forcibly broken the seal."

"What?! It contains the essence blood of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint!"

Han Feng could no longer remain calm.

Generally speaking, only blood that has accumulated most of the energy essence of a powerful person can be called essence blood.

Monsters also have essence blood condensed inside their bodies, and its value is no less than that of a magic core. Every drop of essence blood that leaves the body will cause great damage to the monster.

The price to pay for replenishing essence and blood is far greater than the price paid during the initial condensation process.

The blood essence of a powerful figure who has one foot in the Dou Di realm must contain immense power.

If Han Feng can obtain it, he is confident that he can quickly advance to the three-star Dou Sheng level in a short period of time.

This kind of opportunity is extremely attractive to all Dou Sheng powerhouses.

Because this means saving decades, or even centuries.

"Okay, I can go take a look."

Han Feng agreed.

"My benefactor, there is no need to rush. In today's great battle, you killed the Grand Elder, and you must have suffered some losses. Why don't you rest for a day first, and I will take you to see the Yellow Springs Stele tomorrow."

Chapter 266 Passing on My Knowledge

The Palace of the Nine Netherworld King.

Yao Ming ascended to the throne and once again ruled the entire Nine Netherworld Python. Although the elders who were close to Yao Xiaotian were no longer killed, they were also squeezed out invisibly.

New people come to power and old people retire.

This has always been the case.

The night passed quickly. After recovering slightly from his injuries last night, Yao Ming began to handle clan affairs.

He wanted to understand the current situation of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan as soon as possible so that he could figure out how to develop the clan in the future.

Yao Xiaotian's rule was brutal, with uneven distribution of many benefits, which poisoned many beast clans and tainted a great deal of hatred.

These remaining issues all need to be addressed.

Over the past few centuries, the Nine Netherworld Python has expanded rapidly, occupying a considerable amount of territory, but this has also increased the difficulty of its rule.

Yao Ming knew very well that this development model was wrong.

No matter how much territory you occupy, if the upper echelons are not strong enough, how can you maintain your foundation?

It took Yao Xiaotian hundreds of years to barely become a one-star Dou Sheng. Although there was a talent issue involved, as the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, this level of strength was indeed insufficient.

If Han Feng wanted to sweep through the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan this time, no one could stop him.

The task of enhancing our strength has become extremely urgent.

Yao Ming decided to abandon some races and focus on developing the core area, first improving the strength of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. As for the vassals, he didn't have time to deal with them for the time being.

Inside an empty palace.

Han Feng rested here.

A raging flame burned in front of him, inside which were the remains of two Battle Saints being refined.

Yao Ming didn't have much affection for Yao Xiaotian. After learning that Han Feng could refine puppets, he handed over his younger brother's remains to him without saying a word.

The current arrangement for these two skeletons is that, after the refining process, one will remain with the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, serving both as an assistant to Yao Ming and as an informant to monitor him.

Han Feng took the other body with him and incorporated it into the Soul Slaughtering Division system, making him the first Dou Sheng subordinate in the Soul Slaughtering Division.

Under the tempering of the strange fire, the bones of the Battle Saint emitted a jade-like luster.

Refining a ninth-tier magical beast is quite difficult.

Han Feng didn't intend to finish the refining process quickly; he merely started by removing some unnecessary impurities.

In the technique "Heavenly Demon Puppet", the strongest Heavenly Demon Puppet is actually only at the Dou Zun realm. To create a Dou Sheng puppet, one must start with the corpse itself and not be bound by the overview in the technique.

However, Han Feng was confident that he could master it; it was just a matter of time.

“My benefactor, everything is ready.”

Yao Ming arrived outside the main hall and informed Han Feng that they could depart.

Han Feng put away his Dou Sheng body and walked out of the main hall.

"Lead the way."

The two quickly left the palace and arrived at the ancestral land of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

The ancestral land was built on a green mountain peak. At the top of the peak was a huge green stone altar, and in the center of the altar stood a pale yellow stone tablet that was a hundred feet tall.

Han Feng and his companion went straight ahead and arrived at the Yellow Springs Stele.

An ancient aura emanated from the stone tablet, representing its long history. This aura was somewhat similar to that of the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor's Cave, but the differences between the two were still quite obvious.

"This is the Yellow Springs Stele of my clan!"

Yao Ming explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

During his battle with Yao Xiaotian, the techniques they used most often were the Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm, which were inherited from the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet.

Although the Nine Netherworld Python Clan itself has no shortage of Heaven-Rank Battle Techniques, they all feel inferior compared to the Battle Techniques created by the Half-Emperor, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

The strength of Warcraft mainly comes from the power in its bloodline, and some powerful combat techniques also come from the inheritance of bloodline.

Abandoning one's inherent bloodline and learning the techniques and combat skills of human society is one of the compulsory courses for monsters after they transform into human form.

The meridian structure of monsters is very different from that of humans, which is why they need to transform into human form.

If it weren't for practicing human cultivation techniques and combat skills, there would be no need to take human form.

Imagine if Yao Ming and Yao Xiaotian didn't transform into human form, where would they get the hands to cultivate the Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm?

Han Feng looked at the Yellow Springs Stele and felt the ancient aura emanating from it.

"Is the essence blood inside?"

"Yes, by breaking through the final barrier, one can obtain the ultimate inheritance of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, as well as his essence blood."

Han Feng nodded.

"Protect me, I'm going inside to take a look."

"Yes!"

Yao Ming retreated ten miles to protect Han Feng.

His soul is now under Han Feng's control, and the other party can decide his life or death with a single thought, so he will not do anything foolish.

Moreover, Han Feng has treated him well, and after his surrender, he did not humiliate him or force him to do anything excessive.

Yao Ming watched as Han Feng released his soul form and flew into the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet.

If you want to launch a surprise attack, now is the best opportunity.

Yao Ming closed his eyes and slowly sat down.

The pride of a king is not immutable; the arrogant will eventually meet their end.

The answer he wanted had nothing to do with Han Feng.

With the great revenge avenged, the next step is to look forward and lead the Nine Netherworld Python Clan to development.

Don't let stubborn desires ruin the clarity you've worked so hard to achieve.

Yao Ming opened his eyes, and the divine light within them was clear and powerful.

I hope my benefactor can successfully break through the barrier and obtain the inheritance of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

Inside the Yellow Springs Stele.

Han Feng's soul stood on the void, on a desolate wasteland.

Dark clouds filled the sky, thunder roared, and the enormous sound shook the entire world.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, heading straight for Han Feng's face.

Han Feng gently raised his hand, creating a soul shield. The lightning struck it, but it did not penetrate it.

The wisps of lightning power flowed into Han Feng's hand and were devoured by a small silver dragon.

"The Finger of the Underworld..."

Above the sky, energy surged wildly, and the original dark clouds turned bright yellow.

A gigantic finger swept away the clouds and tore through the lightning, its aura locking onto Han Feng and pressing down on him.

"Heavenly Yuan Finger!"

White light condensed at Han Feng's fingertips, his aura calm and composed, as he pointed a finger at the yellow finger in the sky.

"One finger can open up the world!"

boom!

When the two fingers collided, the space trembled slightly and then vanished simultaneously without causing much of a ripple.

Han Feng has extremely precise control over his power.

However, at that moment, the ground suddenly cracked open, and a huge yellow hand rose from it, striking Han Feng at an extremely fast speed.

"Underworld Palm!"

As he slapped Han Feng, he quickly grasped his palm, and a vast energy surge accumulated in his hand.

A burst of golden light flashed in Han Feng's eyes, and a giant bell condensed outside his body.

"The Xuanhuang Bell!"

hum!

The Yellow Spring Palm's power clashed with the Xuanhuang Bell's defensive power, but it couldn't break through for a long time. Finally, when its energy was exhausted, it exploded on its own.

Han Feng appeared unharmed in the sky filled with the aura of the Yellow Springs.

Yellow Springs Finger, Yellow Springs Palm.